Thursday, April 30, 2009

Can You Repeat That?

This was us last week:

Minding our own business, driving our RC cars. This is my Toyota FJ and I love him:

We had a lot of fun driving these guys on the dirt mounds and exploring this vacant field:

Sure, it was all fun and games until the allergies kicked in. Then I turned into this:
Eww, that is seriously gross. Anyway the point is that I had the worst allergy attack I've had in several years. I was sneezing like it was my job. It was pretty miserable so I took some allergy medication and went to bed.

The next morning I woke up...and something was weird. I couldn't hear out of my left ear! I felt kinda dizzy and odd but figured something in my ear was probably swollen from those awful allergies. So I moved on with my life and went to work. Well my ear was still funky again the next day, and needless to say it was driving me nuts. At this point I thought maybe it was a wax problem (gross), and bought some over-the-counter drops.

Sunday morning brought a miracle, and I was cured! I could hear was great. Unfortunately, it didn't last. The problem came back on Tuesday and Hunter tried to look in my ear and determine the problem. He decided it wasn't ear wax at all, and thought I had a cyst or fluid or something in there. Then he made a joke about it being larvae, and it was all over. I couldn't sleep AT ALL that night, and wanted to dig out my eardrum so I could wash it off and make sure nothing was growing in there. All I could think about was botfly larvae...I've made the mistake of watching the medical/science channel a little too much and I've seen examples of this. I was even going to post a picture on here, but if you want to see botfly larvae in a human you'll have to do your own damn search. I started one and I'm still throwing up. NASTY! That's all I have to say about that.

The good news is that I finally got into the doctor and I do not have larvae in my ear. PRAISES! Not that I really thought this was the problem, but yikes. You get an idea like that in your head and, well, I'll need therapy for the rest of my life now. As it turns out, the problem was caused by eustachian tube has swollen shut and the fluid is trapped in my ear. Fortunately, it is not infected and doesn't just means I'm kinda deaf in one ear.

Hey, I'll take that over a botfly any day!

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Rural Routes

Hunter was going to ride the Pony Express trail yesterday, but the weather wasn't exactly conducive to motorcycle riding. So we took the Suzy instead. I was looking forward to a relaxing adventure of sorts.

It started out great. The low clouds and light rain made for a cozy ride, and I had a very difficult time keeping my eyes open. We drove and drove, and then Hunter stopped the I opened my eyes. I saw this sign:
Updated: The sign says "Travel ahead is through extensive desert regions. Extra fuel, water and equipment is recommended." Sure makes things sound dire, doesn't it?!

Well guess what...we came fully prepared. So take that, dire sign!

The rain made for some gorgeous scenery:

We encountered quite a few sheep:

We also found a cool ATV trail that we just had to take:

About twenty minutes before this shot was taken, I realized I had made a fatal error. You see, I left the house that morning without bringing my required dosage of ibuprofen. It may sound like an innocent mistake, but it resulted in some pretty miserable consequences. It's like this: once a month, ibuprofen saves me from a slow and agonizing (emphasis on agonizing) death. A death I almost experienced yesterday, because we could not race home fast enough. I have not been in this kind of pain for quite a while...because having learned my lesson years ago, I'm typically much better prepared. I guess it was due time for another reminder.

So the moral of the story? The Pony Express trail is pretty desolate but rather cool. Rainclouds make awesome lighting. Sheep look odd when they have just been sheared. Suzy can go anywhere an ATV can go. And whatever you do, DON'T leave home without your ibuprofen.

Oh yeah, and don't expect sympathy from your husband. After all, real men don't get cramps.

P.S. All photos were taken by Hunter because I was too ___________ to get out of the car.

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

All the Wrong Moves

Sometimes I wish I really was on least then I'd have an excuse for some of the whacked-out things I do. LOL! Yesterday I actually had to drive to work; usually I ride with Hunter, which is nice. I really don't like driving...I get kinda stressed. We take one of two routes to work EVERY DAY...pretty sure I know the routine. Except I still screwed it up and took the wrong exit. Don't ask me how or why, it just happened.

Then on the way home, I tried to get on the freeway. We have two routes for getting to work, but about 10 for getting home. I picked a route that involved the freeway because it wasn't yet 5:00, so I figured I was safe. I headed south on West Temple intending to hit I-15. Well guess can't be in the lefthand lane if you want to get on the freeway. How many times have I gotten on the freeway here, and never noticed that before??? So yeah, I didn't figure things out until it was too late, and I was stuck on West Temple.

No problem...I followed the road and ended up on 1300 south. I'll just pick up the freeway here, I figured. So I did. And promptly exited again two minutes later. You see, as soon as you get on I-15 at 1300 south, the two right-hand lanes become "exit only" and you'd better merge fast. And hope there are no rude vehicles preventing you from being forced to take the exit lane. Of course, I had no such luck...and five minutes later I was on 2100 south and Redwood. I was making ZERO progress and by this time I was completely flustered.

This is why I hate driving. I'm surprised I got anywhere yesterday!

In other news, we went to Daybreak again last weekend. They've pretty much finished Oquirrh Lake, and it's so cool. We went the week before and took our boats, this last time Hunter took his sailboat and I took a book. There are about a billion seagulls on the north part of the lake, and they totally crack me up. They're pretty spastic, if you ask me.

They look pretty cool when they all take off at the same time:

Maddie came to visit the other day. This girl is hysterical...she is such a character!

And last but not least, Hunter spent the weekend installing the cruise control system for our bike. I could not resist this shot of his hand:
If that's not the definition of manual labor and skill, I don't know what is! I can't believe the things those hands can accomplish.

Well, I guess that's enough rambling for one day. Here's to hoping I won't have to drive again in the next three weeks. I think Hunter learned his lesson and won't be leaving me to my own devices in the near future. :)

Thursday, April 16, 2009


I love having sisters. I especially love having sisters with cute kids...which, of course, my sisters do. So when Becca and Kazie came to town the other day, I was thrilled. We collected Esther and Maddie, and the five of us hit the town. After having dinner with Hunter at the Cheesecake Factory, of course.

In honor of Kazie's upcoming birthday, we headed to
Build-A-Bear. I have never been that big on stuffed animals; never got attached to one as a kid, and certainly haven't kept any as an adult. However, I love Build-A-Bear. Or more accurately, I love taking my cute buddies there. I think the whole concept is so much fun...and the kids have the time of their life. Yeah, I know I'm getting ripped off when I spend $4.00 on a pair of bear leggings...but the big Kazie (or Treyton, or Maddie, or whomever) smile makes it totally worth it. Here is Kazie with her new best friend PatKitty:

I tried to get a pic of my three cute friends together, but Maddie had no time for such boring ventures:

After our shopping excursion, I returned to the hotel with Becca and Kazie. I watched Kazie the next day while Becca attended her conference. Kazie, PatKitty and I played a Dora matching game. You'll never guess who won?
PatKitty, of course! That's one smart kitty.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Identity Crisis

As I mentioned in my last post, I've been scanning my dad's slides. I've encountered a number of images that are supposedly me...although I'm not sure I buy it. The little girl in these photos is unrecognizable to me. I don't recall having any of these images reflected back when gazing in a mirror. I have no memory of these captured moments. I'm inclined to believe it's a conspiracy...I swear I didn't exist until I was about four years old. And even then, it seems my existence was sporadic. It really doesn't make sense to me: how could I grow and learn and do, and not remember? How could I have been so itty bitty? Does anyone else get weirded out by pictures of their little selves, or is it just me?

What was I thinking? "What is that horrendous brightness? I should have never left the house."

Here I am, too busy sleeping to enjoy the scenery. One of Hunter's favorite things about me.

"I'm a cowboy baby! But only if dad promises not to let go."

"If I smile, do you swear you'll take me back inside?"

I think Santa looks more traumatized than the screaming child!

"An indoor's PERFECT!!!"

"Maybe if I look sweet & innocent, no one will know I'm plotting to become an only child again..."

"This is great, but what's up with these poofy pants??"

And the all time fave...
I know exactly what I was thinking in that one. It went like this: "SUGAR!!!!! SUGARSUGARSUGARSUGARSUGARSUGARSUGAR!!!!!"

Good times. At least, I'm told they were.

Monday, April 6, 2009

Superhero Extraordinaire

I think I'm on to something big! I've been piecing together bits of information, and this weekend I came to a sudden realization: I married a superhero!

This explains everything: his daily rescues (he saves people from IT hell on a daily basis), fear of salad (must be his personal kryptonite), extreme reluctance to get his photo taken (the truth might be discovered!), and his shady past. Okay I made up the shady past part, but you see a trend?!

Case in point: about two months ago I was working frantically on Madison's book when my external hard drive went caput. Or wonky...I'm not sure which. Either way, I had several gigs worth of blood, sweat and tears that didn't happen to be backed up anywhere. Hours and hours of painstaking work that could be replicated but not replaced. Just as I started to hyperventilate, SuperHunter swooped in and literally saved the drive. And the day. And the book, for that matter! It was such a close call that I can hardly bear to think of it.

I gathered further evidence to support my case this weekend. You see, I have been tasked with scanning over a thousand slides. I bought a new slide scanner a year ago for this purpose, and this scanner has been giving me fits. I would scan something that looked like this in the preview:

And yet when the scan was finished, the image would look like this:

Pretty sure that image is completely unusable. And it doesn't make any sense to me, because it showed up just fine in the preview! After scanning about 50 slides and getting 30 usable images, I was ready to cry. I contacted customer support, took the scanner in for service, brought it home expecting the problem to be solved.

It was. At first. Then the evil black images began to return, and I started to lose my mind. What the heck was going on?! Why was this happening? The scanner is just under a year old and I've only used it a few times. It's supposed to be a decent quality scanner, with great reviews. It has just been serviced, and parts had been replaced. What else does it want?!

I was thisclose to buying a new one. I had it all picked out and in the shopping, of course. And guessed it. SuperHunter saved the day AGAIN! He decided the problem was with the software, and presented me with a new software program. I installed the program, fired up the scanner, and voila!
History, and my sanity, saved in one fell swoop. Man, this superhero stuff sure comes in handy sometimes!

Thursday, April 2, 2009


We said goodbye to Hunter's Yamaha 11 Special, otherwise known as "The Pig". We had some great moments with this buddy; he took us on our very first road trip! Here are some of the Pig's happiest memories:
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The pig now has a new home. I hope he finds much happiness there. He will be missed.

Wednesday, April 1, 2009


I need to do my geneology. Who knew Obama is really a Lifferth?!